Yoonshin hurriedly straightened up his jacket and chased after Sehun with his mug still in his hands.
The destination was indeed Sehun’s office. A secretary opened his door for him.
Sehun entered first, then Yoonshin—who greeted the secretary—carefully followed him in.
The moment the door clicked shut, Sehun locked the door and closed the blinds. Hovering near the door, Yoonshin was dumbstruck. “Why… did you lock the door?”
“Why were you staring at me? If you answer me first, I’ll tell you.”
“I said I went to make myself some coffee.”
“Then you could have left after getting a cup. Why did you stare at me so lecherously?”
Yoonshin knew that he was voluntarily dancing on Sehun’s palms. Instead of lying about it and making things awkward later, he decided to tell Sehun what was on his mind.
“You looked like you were in a bad mood. I was worried. Did anything happen?”
Like a face one would make after biting into hot cinnamon candy, Sehun’s face turned strange. It was difficult to tell whether Yoonshin’s assumptions were right just from Sehun’s reaction.
Sehun stared down quietly at Yoonshin with unknowable eyes, then he advanced toward him. Sehun pushed Yoonshin toward the table and gripped it, locking Yoonshin in his arms. As Sehun leaned forward, supporting his weight on his hands and leaning into Yoonshin, Yoonshin naturally leaned back. He swallowed tensely.
This atmosphere gave plenty of room for imagination, but just like the time in the car, it could simply be his misunderstanding, so Yoonshin was trepidatious. “If you needed anything, you could ask Secretary Tak…”
“What I need is already here.”
“But we’re at the office.”
“You don’t want to?”
“I think my answer will change depending on what you want to do.”
“The thing I’ll do even if you say you don’t want to.”
Sehun’s answer was somewhat convoluted. But thanks to the increasingly steamy mood, Yoonshin could figure out what he meant. Hesitant, Yoonshin took some breaths to calm himself then replied honestly, “…Sure.”
Yoonshin pressed his lips in a line to suppress his embarrassment and looked up at Sehun, who loomed over him. Sehun’s intense gaze and his slim but firm build made him look quite intimidating. Yoonshin’s eyelashes fluttered unconsciously, and Sehun’s face tipped closer to him.
Sehun kissed each eyelid, then he fixed his gaze on Yoonshin’s face. The younger man’s pale cheeks were blush-pink.
“But as you can see, I’m holding something hot. Please let me put this down first,” Yoonshin asked politely.
“Hold onto it tight,” the other replied. Despite asking nicely, Sehun didn’t seem to want to listen to the request. In addition, Sehun completely trapped Yoonshin between his arms by leaning in further, pressing his body flush to Yoonshin.
Previously, their upper bodies were the only ones close, but now, their lower halves met, coloring Yoonshin’s face red. Their members pressed onto each other with only the fabric of their suits between them. Yoonshin could feel a member with a length and girth that wouldn’t be easy to handle.
Yoonshin gasped, and his arms shook. He almost dropped the cup, so he tightened his grip. Thanks to that, the other muscles in his body also tensed, including the areas that were in close contact with Sehun.
“Hah, w-wait,” Yoonshin gasped.
Sehun must have decided to act contrary to what Yoonshin wanted—he ignored Yoonshin’s stuttering pleas. Then, the older man lifted one hand from the table and dragged it up Yoonshin’s shirt. Just like before, he hooked his finger into the knot and skillfully pulled the tie loose with sincere eyes. Those eyes also smoldered passionately.